SOMETHING GREEN by Frank Young
_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____Something green, I"ve almost seen
It"s fenders jutting there
Among the rocks, and old corn shocks
That form it"s weathered lair Once proud machine, that used to gleam
And toil under farmers hand
They were a team, and it always seemed
To link him with his land But years have passed, and now alas
The farmer no longer tills
No cornfields green, no rows of beans
No grain drawn to the mills Now left to mourn, object of scorn
His faithful servant there
It must await, not know it"s fate
Till someone comes to care Though mostly hid, it seems to bid
Me to rescue it from the rain
A little paint, and the decades taint
No longer will remain So what"s the harm, I used to farm
And loved those iron steeds
Machines reborn, a bond untorn
An answer to both our needs
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